Psyche And Eros Novels & Stories

“I’ll talk to him in . . . private. Ten minutes is the least you can offer me to get to know the man I’ll be spending my entire life with.” Papa didn’t argue, but I was sure he caught the meaning behind it. I was so mad at him for making me do this. For bartering me off to the first man who extended a hand to me. And worse, I wasn’t offered a chance to know him. I met Eros’s gaze and my body trembled at the intensity of them. He was like Eros, the Greek god of carnal pleasures, with deadly blue eyes and an equally searing aura oozing from him that could kindle certain feeling inside anyone’s body, which was precisely why his name had suited him so well.

Eros sprawled on the couch, breathing heavily as Tisha stood up from the floor and left the room as discreetly as she has entered. Cassandra was on fire now, she could feel her pussy throbbing and her nipples were so hard, that they almost hurt, her breasts were swollen, and, in her head, she started imagining what Eros would feel like inside her. But she still hated him for killing her father and that was the only thought that kept her sane, even though her whole body was sodden with pleasure. She hoped her face didn't give her away. After the girl had left, she looked away from Eros who was now sprawled there on the couch, looking directly at her.

Hell, no one was even brave enough to touch me, not even Noah or Carl, because I might accidentally hurt them, but Victoria seemed to have a hold on me. Her voice was able to pierce through my subconsciousness, even through Eros’, that was how we could calm down. “That’s the effect of the matebond,” Eros replied. “Though I’m beginning to think it’s more than that.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked him while still seeing the guests out. “I’ll let you think about it if you haven’t realized it yet,” he said and went to the back of my mind, leaving me wondering about his words.

Seriously psychotic. He's jealous, obsessive, needy, demanding and possessive of me. That means I can't do shit without him flipping out. Men or women, I can't look at them anymore because Eros will lose his shit. And even if I personally don't give a shit about his hurt feelings, my wolf does. Every time. And that's not even the worst part. It's the sex. Eros is a very sexual person. I haven't stopped to pay attention to anything, but I know we're going to be fucking a lot.

"I can." And that single statement answered every unspoken question lingering in my mind. I felt myself step back instinctively, my legs moving on their own as if my body was trying to distance itself from him before my mind could even process why. I wasn’t entirely sure if what I was feeling right then was pure fear, overwhelming confusion, or just sheer awe—but one thing was undeniably clear: Eros was not human. He simply couldn't be. He just admitted it. He confirmed that he really could read my mind, that he had access to my thoughts and secrets whenever he wanted. And that terrifying nightmare I had? It wasn’t just a random product of my imagination or a mere coincidence. It was real in

He rubbed his eyes and stood up. "Is it really you?" He asked as he walked around his desk. She smiled and took a few steps toward him. "It's really me. My sisters are dead. Selena is safe now, and we can be together. That is if you still want me." Eros closed the distance between them and pulled Psyche into his arms. When his body shook against her, she looked up and was shocked to see he was crying. "I was so scared I would never see you again. I love you so much." Eros kissed her hard. Psyche melted against him. She has missed him so much. His hands slid down her body and held her bottom. He always loved her firm round butt.

It made me glad I’d soundproofed the bedrooms. “Fuck…” Eros was struggling, his panting more apparent. My hands balled into fists, holding onto the blankets. I felt the rise of my orgasm, trying to burst past. The nail was Eros, gently encircling my dick in his hand, pumping at the same speed he was fucking me. I couldn’t give any warning; my mind completely blown away from all conscious thought.

He shook the feeling off with a bitter chuckle, almost laughing at himself for how ridiculous his thoughts seemed. Evanora descended the staircase, her heart racing nervously. She tried to calm her breathing, offering a warm smile to the group as she reached the bottom, though she couldn't bring herself to look directly at Eros. His intense gaze bore into her, filled with a mixture of admiration, lust, and something darker-something that made her feel both drawn to him and uneasy at the same time. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Eros was already moving toward her, his steps deliberate. He took her hand in his, the touch surprisingly gentle, before wrapping his other arm around her w

His hold around my neck tightened until darkness seeped in the edges of my vision as he thrusted sharply into me, until I was sure I’d pass out from the pleasure before he released his grip. After my orgasm had faded, Eros started to move too. “You feel so fucking good, baby, clenching around my cock like that,” he grunted. “Don’t stop.” His thrusts alternated with that of his brother, yet it was devastatingly delicious. Tears slipped out of my eyes and into my hair as another crippling orgasm tore through me. Again, my juices splashed messily against Ares’ pelvis when he circled his hips and thrust upward in a sweep that I swear touched my cervix.

And that hurt even more. Meanwhile, Eros climbed the stairs without looking at anyone, without speaking, without stopping. He went into his room, closed the door, and pressed his forehead against the wood, breathing as if he had just run a marathon. He stayed like that for a few seconds. Then he let himself fall onto the bed, face up, arms outstretched, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Shit...” he muttered. He brought his hands to his face, covering his eyes, as if he could erase everything he had felt, everything he had heard, everything that had almost happened. And worst of all... everything he secretly wanted to happen.